BEAUTYNot flesh alone am I, when I can beSo swiftly caught in Beauty’s shimmering threadWhose slender fibres, woven, held by me,With their frail strength my following heart have led.Yea, not all mortal, not all death my mind,When, watching by lone twilight waters’ brimI tremblingly decipher, as they wind,Her deathless hieroglyphs, though strange and dim.So for this faith, when Thou my dust shalt bringTo dust, remember well, Great Alchemist,Yearly to change my wintry earth to spring,That I with Beauty still may keep my tryst.G. O. WARREN
Not flesh alone am I, when I can beSo swiftly caught in Beauty’s shimmering threadWhose slender fibres, woven, held by me,With their frail strength my following heart have led.Yea, not all mortal, not all death my mind,When, watching by lone twilight waters’ brimI tremblingly decipher, as they wind,Her deathless hieroglyphs, though strange and dim.So for this faith, when Thou my dust shalt bringTo dust, remember well, Great Alchemist,Yearly to change my wintry earth to spring,That I with Beauty still may keep my tryst.
G. O. WARREN